Cake by Derekica Snake Page B

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    “ I am well off, Sex, but I am not made of money. I cannot replace everything on a whim. Now, go ahead and shower.” Marcus showed what he wanted me to do by pointing the knife first at me and then at the shower.
    Given his permission, I got under the hot jet of water as fast as I could. He had actually terrified me when he pulled that knife and held it before my eyes, and his voice had held that hard edge that I remembered from the beginning of my capture. I guess you could call it his Master’s voice. When he used that voice, you did what he said when he said it, because if you didn’t, you got pain, lots and lots of pain. I gave a resigned sigh. I was still the plaything of a vampire. I might have fangs now, but I was still just his plaything.
    Even after standing in the shower for five minutes, I could still feel the touch of their hands on my body. Who the fuck reaches between some stranger’s legs from behind?
    “ Everybody wanted you, my little Sex.”
    Holy crap. Marcus had stripped off and joined me in the shower. Shampoo was being worked into my hair.
    “ You smell like stale smoke. Actually, I smell like smoke too. Will you wash my hair, my Little One?”
    I bit my inner lip to keep from shouting out a refusal and tasted blood from the small self-inflicted cut. I almost fanged my bottom lip again as my teeth extended, and I wrenched my jaws open at the last second. I really didn’t need a repeat of dual suck-face in the corner pocket by the gruesome twosome.
    Grabbing the shampoo bottle out of Marcus’s hand, I realized he was too damn tall for me to really get at his hair. He gallantly knelt on one knee when he realized my predicament and then, just as gallantly, forced me to sit on the other, smiling sweetly at me. I wanted to rub the shampoo in his face, but I knew where I’d end up if I did that, so I just reached up and started rubbing his scalp. He got a hard-on real quick. Oh. Dear. God.
    I stood up. “I need to do the back.” I had hoped to make my escape around the side, but his arm threw up a block, so I had to step closer and reach over him, and as I did, the bastard suckled on my left nipple.
    A tingling sensation tore through my body, and I dropped the bottle, stupidly watching as three dollars’ worth of shampoo disappeared down the drain. A screech or a moan, or a combination of the two, ripped past my fangs, and I could feel my skin erupt into what felt like hundreds of little flames. The crystal vision that I’d had before came back with a vengeance, and I could smell Marcus clearly again. He was my sweet apple orchard, crisp and clean, cold but always with a hint of warmth beneath the surface, a touch of decay and death.
    I grabbed the back of his hair and jerked his head backwards. His eyes were the same sexy chocolate brown that he’d had while grunting over me the past year, but this time they were widened in surprise as I stole a kiss from his parted lips. My fangs were too far extended though, and I cut him. I licked at the blood. He tasted good, and it seemed to stoke whatever fire was burning inside me.
    Marcus used two hands and shoved me hard against the tiled wall, pushing me away from him. I winced as the back of my head cracked one of the pretty brown tiles. That pissed me off, and before he could struggle fully to his feet, I kicked him hard. He flew back, hitting the shower door and fell out onto the mat. I followed right after him. It seemed I was quicker and a hell of a lot stronger than I used to be, because I was able to grab up the knife he had threatened me with, get it to his throat with one hand, and start to fondle his cock with the other. He tensed for a moment, and then he lay on his back, those brown eyes of his staring up at me with an unreadable expression.
    “ You are so pretty, Marcus,” I said, my fingers working him to fuller hardness. “Even when you were raping me at the beginning, I was thinking to myself, he’s so gorgeous, why does he